"Ah...... Where am I? Simon lay on the cold ground, opened his eyes, the dark twilight swept over his eyes, he struggled to get up, and the slightest movement caused a piercing pain in his chest and abdomen.

"Heaven." In a trance, a voice landed, as if an angel had brought a ray of holy light, opened the door to heaven, and came to guide the soldier who fought to the death for the country, leading the way home, and in an instant, Simon muttered and stretched out his hand.

"Uh, what's the name? Simon Hayes ...... "The door of heaven was suddenly shut, replaced by a faint red light, and Simon looked blankly for a long time before he realized that there was a paramedic standing in front of him, and the so-called heavenly light was just a beam of light that leaked in when the door was opened."

Wait a minute?

Is there light?

Is it dawn?

Simon stood up, and the pain didn't knock him down, but it almost frightened the medic in the Red Cross helmet, and he shouted, "What time is it?" ”

"Ten twenty-seven." The medic looked at Simon's watch and said, thinking that the soldier might have lost his IQ from the aftermath of the explosion.

"The enemy has retreated? Did we hold the fortress? Simon only remembered that as he rushed forward with the fuse-open shell, a blazing wind swept over, leaving it in pure darkness.

The medic sat Simon on his feet, and the fresh breath of the field ambulance entered his ears, although it was a constant moan, but there was a call for strength, and there was always one more hope of surviving. There are also some fragrant smells coming out.

The tan fingerless gloves were so stained that they couldn't be seen at all, so the medic simply threw the gloves aside, squatted beside Simon, cut Simon's knotted military uniform, and whispered, "The morphine is gone, bite the towel, bear with it a little." ”

Simon slightly swept his lower abdomen, which was full of burnt burns, many of which were a mess after the blisters had been broken, swallowed in his throat, picked up the barely clean towel, and nodded.

As soon as the healing instrument touched the wound, the clenched fist immediately jumped out of the hideous green tendons, and every cell in the body was roaring and resisting, the kind of whimpering that inhuman can emit is easily reminiscent of an elk that has fallen into a trap, and it must be silenced, so as not to provoke stronger predators.

Simon mentally scolded all the idiots who developed the field therapy device. Yes, this kind of laser therapy device equipped with rapid healing preparations can treat the vast majority of battlefield injuries in an emergency, and it is not difficult to save a small life. The problem is that once the device runs out of pain medications, such as morphine. The vast majority of people would rather die on the spot than suffer more than so much.

Putting down the treatment device, the medical soldier immediately flashed faster than a rabbit, and today's medical training specifically mentions that after using the treatment device for the soldier, he must be evacuated immediately, otherwise the soldier who is angry and resurrected with full blood is likely to beat the medical soldier to the point of using the treatment instrument.

Perhaps because he was running too fast, the Red Cross helmet was crooked to the side, and the shoulder-length black hair wrapped under the collar spilled out wantonly, and the medic glanced back at Simon, who looked like he was stretching his arms, how could he not run faster?

"Hey......" Simon held the standby treatment device in his palm, quite helpless, it is normal for female auxiliaries in the army to be careful, the female medical nurse just now has a pair of green eyes, but the eyes are not very good. Don't lose your life.

He tucked an iPad-sized device into his backpack, and the light outside the door attracted him more than ever. According to the regulations, when medical personnel treat special unit soldiers, they must properly secure the soldier's visual mask, signal locator, and other items containing combat information to prevent the leakage of secrets after loss.

Simon snapped his viscophone on, and the air filter drained fresh and pleasant oxygen, Simon took several greedy breaths, pushed open the door, and walked out of the underground treatment room.

Walking up the stairs, the sky is still a deep blue, the Shaped Energy Barrier has not yet been removed, and the nuclear energy protection field often ripples, indicating that the battle outside the fortress is not over.

The fortress has not yet fallen.

The morning sun barely pierced through the shield, far from dazzling. Simon narrowed his eyes, the gun fortress now looked unusually calm, and he couldn't hear much movement. On the contrary, the exchange of fire in the fortress was more intense. Bands of soldiers dressed in Raider exoskeletons gathered in the plaza and trickled into the fortress like a trickle.

The Ranger's insignia is easy to recognize, blue sun, red lightning, and golden star. The M47 he picked up hung on his chest that had just been ironed by the laser treatment machine, and countless neatly draped bald eagles flew in front of him. At the eagle's iron feet, a pair of scrap metal removed from the remains of fallen soldiers were piled up into a jagged hill, and the ammunition box was full of dog tags.

The visor switches to the team members, only Simon's avatar remains alive, and the rest, black and white.

All dead.

"Hey! You, Ranger! Before a numb feeling of sadness could reach his throat, a passing group of paratroopers stopped, and the leading officer came up domineeringly, grabbed Simon's shoulders and shook them violently.

"A comrade-in-arms is dead? My team members are dead, too! Look at them! All of them were the last ones alive in the team! The officer held the back of Simon's head and yelled almost face-to-face.

"The enemy is still in the fortress, and our mission will not end! Pack your gear, Rangers! Follow me to get rid of these bugs and clean up the fortress! The officer roared hoarsely, his eardrums buzzing, and the officer's sweat, blood, and tears ran down the bridge of his nose onto Simon's face.

"Follow me! Let's go! ”

Simon didn't care who the officer was, his grief and anger hung like a boulder in his heart, and nothing could give him the slightest solace except killing.

The boots stepped over the crimson pool of sewer, and Simon followed the officer's squad.

The crowd thinned out, the fortress buildings were in tatters, the sun was shining crimson, and the firefighting was intermittent. Only fools would pass through the streets, and the team split into two groups, slowly searching and advancing against the base of the wall.

As simple as joining a chat room, the officer gave Simon a code to enter into the combat system, and the team status on the visor immediately popped up with the same squad code.

The paratroopers who were at the forefront suddenly fell to their knees on one knee and clenched their fists with one hand, signaling that a barracks building in front of them was in abnormal condition. Simon leaned closer to the scope, and the front of the barracks was littered with corpses, and the sight equipped with a vital signature finder showed several humanoid red dots.

"Someone is still alive!" The parachute soldier at the front said, and sure enough, there were a few faint green lights outside the barracks, but from the enemy's point of view, it was more like a trap.

The officer's rifle scope trembled, and he said indifferently: "Who brought a bulletproof shield?" Oh, you brought it, everyone gave him fire support, and when I got on, follow me! ”

A paratrooper opened a portable bulletproof shield, which expanded into a high-strength transparent shield that could not be penetrated by even machine-gun bullets, and carried a flamethrower. Very directly and alone to the enemy's barracks.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ......" several lines of fire shot out of the machine gun nest, rhythmic machine gun fire dragged out colorful dragons, bulletproof shields were strong to bear, and the slightest crack quietly cracked. Simon hid behind the barricade and saw very clearly that the parachute soldier who went out was under heavy pressure, one pit at a time.

He won't live.

Walking to the range of the flamethrower, the daredevils opened a small gap in the shield and aimed the nozzle at the machine gun nest, and the column of fire with a temperature of thousands of degrees swept across the machine gun nest, and the bulletproof shield that had endured it to the extreme could no longer support it. The 7.62 bullet pierced the human body and detonated the flamethrower.

He became a ball of fire.

"Up!" The officer shouted, took the lead in rushing out of the barricade, and before the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated and the enemy had not yet recovered his senses, all the exoskeletons were driven to the maximum, and in a few heartbeats, they rushed through the open space of the barracks, which could be called a slaughter field.

Slamming open the barracks' broken gates, the officers who rushed to the front were knocked out in the blink of an eye by covert fire from nowhere, Simon could hear the sound of bullets crashing across concrete walls and floors, and he could feel the explosion and the heat from the flamethrower. Those who survived were crushed to death in the corner.

Simon picked up the gun, the smoke could not limit his vision, picked up the M47, the grenade was aimed at the hidden fire point, and the bombardment was repeated one after another, and the machine gun suppression was over, and someone pulled his legs and rushed deeper into the barracks, the man pulled the grenade from his chest pocket, opened the bolt, and flung into the room after a few seconds. But the Imperial soldiers inside pushed back without fear of death, and the grenades blew up the people on both sides at the same time.

Without hesitation, Simon and the other two paratroopers rushed to the place where the paratroopers had lost their grenades, and shot wildly into the room with their guns until the deranged Imperial soldiers were shot to the ground.

There was more noise under the stairs, and a smart enemy grenade flew in the air, and Simon immediately slammed the butt of his rifle and slammed it back like a baseball, and after a loud bang, Simon stepped over the screaming enemies who were still screaming on the ground, and indifferently shot one by one to make up for the still wailing enemies.

Pushing open one door after another, running through one corner after another, death kept passing by, and the remaining two, one was blown up by the thunder and the other was shot coldly, death became the norm, Simon didn't even look at it.

After the orange fireworks at the muzzle, Simon ran and ran until the harsh sunlight spilled back on his face.

The cold wind of December blew Simon's chapped face, and at some point, Simon returned to the wall where he had fought fiercely last night, and he could no longer see a single person, on the wide wall, cold steel and cold flesh were mixed together, and no one could distinguish each other.

The Shaped Barrier was quietly withdrawn, and Simon stood on top of the fortress of Ebben Emar, from the west to the east, a huge dragon came with billowing smoke and earth-shattering cheers, and the dragon's eyes were black and red.

That was the armored forces of the Allies.